21 March 2024 | Boiler, Whitsand Bay
The sky is still grey, as it seems to have been all year, but the wind has calmed. My sadness is heavy and without focus - it wants neither company nor comfort. It arrived three days ago alongside an old fatigue, and has dug deeper with each day, numbing mindful transmitters as it buries itself in me. I carry it down …
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